OUTLAW KING by Jaxson Kidman

white shirt. A color of innocence yet there was nothing innocent about what I planned on doing to her right then.
    She remained on her elbows, staring at me. My eyes moved down to her perfect body. I loved the subtle curves of her waist. I loved the way her tits were firm, slightly parting left and right. Her nipples were a rich color with a light hue around her areola.
    I watched her breathing, her belly rising and falling.
    Her panties were a blood red color.
    They were next on my fucking list of shit that needed to go.
    Before that… I slid a hand to the back of her neck. I put my other hand to her left tit and squeezed.
    “I fucking missed these,” I said. “Nobody ever better have them like I had or will have.”
    “Never,” Linds purred, her breath spreading across my mouth.
    She was addictive and seductive all in the same breath.
    I fucking loved it.
    “Good, sweetie,” I said.
    I brought both hands down to the top of her panties. I tore those fucking things off like it was Christmas morning and I finally got to the best present. Oh, and trust me, it was the best fucking present.
    Looking at her soft and moist labia made my mouth hunger worse than when I was in solitary and meals were sometimes skipped for a day or two. My tongue ran dry, a thirst raging from deep inside me.
    “Oh, fuck, sweetie,” I said. “Look at that pussy…”
    I dropped down to one knee before Linds, my hands racing up the insides of her thighs. I knew she was ticklish there and I felt her body vibrate. She sucked in a breath with a hiss, trying hard not to laugh or pull away. The second my fingertips touched her wet pussy, her body thrust, demanding more of me.
    I put my pointer and middle fingers together on my left hand and hooked them, sliding up against her labia as though I was telling her to come here .
    I pulled my fingers away and brought them to my nose. My eyes were locked to her eyes. Fuck, she had pretty eyes. The prettiest eyes on a woman ever. And if a smell could ever be properly described as pretty, that was her sweet scent. Better than ice cream on a hot day. I smelled her and then licked my fingers.
    She let out a groaning sound. “King… please…”
    “You want a taste too, sweetie? Sure.”
    I thrust my two fingers back at her slit. I allowed my fingertips to penetrate her, feeling that perfect tight sheath that has squeezed so much cum out of me in the past.
    I curled my fingers again and pulled them out of her sweet body. I then put my fingers right to her lips, watching the look on her face. Shock climbed across as her cheeks burned a deep red color.
    “Taste,” I ordered. “Right now.”
    Linds slowly opened her mouth. Her tongue came forward and she licked the stringy wetness of her own desire right off my fingers.
    I then couldn’t help myself as I got up off my knee and had to kiss her. Our lips and tongues met again, this time I was able to taste not only her mouth but the taste of her pussy, both at the exact same time.
    I put my hand between her legs again and sank my two fingers into her, deeper. I twisted my fingers, pulled them out, placing my fingertips to her tender clit. The second I touched her, her hips bucked at me. She broke the kiss, groaning, letting her head fall back. I kissed down her neck, my mouth on a mission to seek her tits.
    I stopped at her left tit, my mouth quickly engulfing her, sucking against her skin, my tongue racing left to right against her nipple. I felt her nipple react to my fast touch. I brought my teeth together to her nipple, pulling, forcing her to move with me, bringing her to a gentle cry before I let her go.
    “Fuck, sweetie,” I said. “You are as amazing as I remember.”
    I stood up and stood as though I was ten feet taller than her. A beast staring down at his horny prey. Ready to ravage and fuck her until she couldn't walk for days.
    I took my leather cut off and tossed it to the end of the bed.
    Linds sat up on the edge of the bed and ran her hands